Post by Mark Santos on Aug 17, 2008 13:04:56 GMT -5
Name/Alias: Emily
Age: 16
Years Role Playing: 4
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Name: Mark Santos
Nickname(s): Mark, Santos
Age: 17
Birthday: 10/31
Height: 5' 2''
Weight: 112 lbs
Year Of School: 11th Grade
Hometown: Glasgow, Scotland
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Appearance(Picture):
PB: Alan Cumming
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Mother: No mom
Age: died at 39
Relationship: Had a good relationship, died 3 years ago
Father: Keith Santos
Age: 42
Relationship: Shaky, but good at times
Sibling(s): Lily
Age(s): 14
Relationship(s): Good
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Personality (in 3-4 sentences):
Mark is generally good-hearted. He'll listen to whatever you have to say, and he'll just listen. He is very stubborn, and will not stop until something happens that he likes.
History (in 3-4 sentences):
Born and raised in Glasgow, Scotland, Mark Santos' family moved to the states after his mother died. They've been living here for about four months.
Likes (list 15-20):
+ Theater
+ Acting
+ Singing
+ Music
+ Science
+ Astronomy
+ Paleontology
+ Stargazing
+ Swimming
+ Hanging out with friends
+ Playing Piano
+ Paranormal Investigation
+ Paranormal Research
+ Animals
+ Debate
Dislikes (list 15- 30):
- Cleaning
- Shopping
- Rude People
- Talking about his mom
- Rap music
- Country music
- Not being able to prove a haunting
- People who lie about the paranormal
- People who think that they're better than everyone else
- Keeping secrets
- Not knowing something
- Fixing tech equipment
- People taking him for granted
- Liars
- People who are too happy all the time (most cheerleaders)
- Spiders
- Clowns
- Dolls
- Heights
Quirks/Mannerisms:
* Stubborn
* Holds grudges
* Hides emotions
Flaws: Same as above ^^^
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Roleplay Samples (3 or 4 Paragraphs):
Mark walked up to the cemetery with camera, digital recorder and EMF at hand. He looked at the dark iron gates that marked the entrance of the large dead zone, turned on his camera, and walked in.
The wind blew gently, which he knew was going to mess up his EVP's. "Oh, c*ap!" he said, listening to the loud wind blow. The tape he had in his hand was to pick up any sort of disembodied voice.
"Is there anybody here who would like to talk with me tonight?" he stated, trying to get a response on his digital audio. He waited about 10-15 seconds before asking another question. "Please make your presence known." Another pause. Since nothing was happening, he decided to start provoking. "Come on, coward, show yourself." still nothing. "Wuss." About ten seconds after he started provoking, he felt a shove. "That's more like it." He looked at his EMF and got a spike of about 3.4, unusually high for somewhere with no electric objects.
It was about 3:00 in the morning, 5 hours into his investigation, and he figured it was time to head home. He looked around, one last time, and headed out of the graveyard.
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